Chapter 162: BESTOWING BLOODLINE II
◈ Eclipse Dominion
Where its wings unfurl, light dies, casting realms into twilight. It summons eclipses at will, cloaking entire worlds in a shadowy veil, empowering its bloodline while sapping enemies’ strength, leaving them vulnerable and disoriented, their senses dulled by the oppressive dark.
◈ Nocturnal Apex
During nightfall, or beneath the moon’s glow, his might multiplies exponentially, scales hardening into unbreakable barriers, breath intensifying into cataclysmic forces, soul blazing with divine power. Every heartbeat in darkness strengthens its presence, making it a god under the stars.
◈ Lunar Devastation
Calls down moonlight condensed into destructive beams that sear through armies with surgical precision or radiant waves that heal allies with gentle warmth, depending on the dragon’s intent, the light shifting seamlessly with its will.
◈ Umbral Roar
Its roar is not sound, but an invocation of all night’s terrors. Fear, despair, and primal madness flood those who hear it, shattering morale and breaking even divine will, reducing enemies to trembling husks cowering in the dark.
◈ Obsidian Scales
Scales become blackened mirrors of night itself—absorbing magic, reflecting light, and rendering the dragon nearly indestructible under the moon’s watchful gaze, each scale a fortress of shadow that hums with protective energy.
◈ Dream Eater’s Breath
Exhales a void-breath that infiltrates minds, dragging victims into nightmares that wound their souls in waking reality, their screams echoing in both realms, a haunting chorus of torment.
◈ Eclipse Genesis [Blood Authority]
Can sire a new draconic subrace,Eclipse Drakelings. Lesser dragons forged of shadow and elements, eternally loyal to its will, spreading its dominion across worlds like a plague of twilight.
◈ Umbra Gateflight
Every flap of his wings tears rifts in reality, allowing the dragon to vanish into shadows and reappear across galaxies, carrying armies within its wake, unseen and unstoppable, a phantom of destruction.
◈ Moon’s Pact
The moon bends to its will. Waxing or waning, it empowers allies with strength or curses enemies with weakness; a full moon marks unstoppable ascendance, while a new moon births silence and invisibility, cloaking the dragon in mystery.
◈ Crown of the Eclipse Dragon [Passive]
Its mere presence reshapes the heavens. Suns dim, their light faltering; moons orbit unnaturally, drawn to its power; tides quake in reverence. The dragon is the celestial harbinger of twilight wherever it soars, a living omen of night’s triumph.
"Such a crazy upgrade, buddy. Even I’m jealous," Aaron smiled, pride swelling in his chest as he studied the system information, his eyes tracing Flameborn’s new form with admiration, the dragon’s silver eyes meeting his with a spark of gratitude.
"Father. I feel stronger!" Flameborn called out, happiness gleaming in his luminous silver eyes, his voice deeper now, resonating with a newfound power that vibrated through the chamber as he stretched his massive wings, casting shadows that danced across the walls.
"That’s the reward for being such a good boy," Aaron grinned, his gaze warm with pride as he looked at Flameborn, the dragon’s transformation a testament to his own power, a living proof of his ability to reshape reality.
He wasn’t done though. The thrill of bestowing bloodlines was intoxicating, a rush of creation that fueled his ambition. There was a long way to go, a list of allies to elevate, each one a step toward solidifying his empire’s might.
[Do you plan to change the entire bloodline of all those that serve you?] the system asked, its tone curious but tinged with skepticism, as if questioning the scope of Aaron’s ambition.
"Nope. Just those that hold critical positions or earn enough merit points to deserve it. It’ll be a reward to motivate the citizens to do better," Aaron explained, his voice strategic, his mind already envisioning the loyalty and ambition this system would inspire across his empire, a hierarchy driven by power and merit.
[Nice plan. I hate to say it, but I’m buying your idea.]
"Perfect. Cause now we have work to do. I have to change the bloodlines of Isobel, Michael, Leonardo, Leo, Alice, Bluestar, Rose, and Blade," Aaron informed, his voice brimming with determination, the names rolling off his tongue like a battle plan, each one a key piece in his vision.
[You just want to turn your friends, don’t you?]
"Don’t put it that way. It’s not true. But since you doubt me, I might as well add King, Liam, and maybe Joseph to the fray. Those aren’t my buddies, are they?" Aaron asked sheepishly, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned against the cold stone wall, his tone light but teasing.
[At this point, do whatever you want. Perhaps when you get to the tenth one, you’ll tire from all this,] the system said, knowing Aaron well enough to predict he wouldn’t stop until exhaustion or satisfaction set in, its voice carrying a hint of resignation.
"Perfect. Let’s start with my wife. Alice," Aaron said, warping space with a flick of his will, the air shimmering with a ripple of distortion as he forcefully pulled her to him, the stone chamber vibrating briefly with the energy of his command.
"My love. I know I promised to give you more time. But that can wait for now," Aaron said, his voice gentle but resolute, his heart set on elevating her to match his vision. He had already prepared the bloodline he wanted for her, a perfect blend of frost and shadow to complement her strength and grace.
[Congratulations! You have bestowed the Umbral Snowshade bloodline to Alice]
[Alice Frost]
Race: Snowshade
Rank: God(★★★)
Strength: ★
Agility: ★★★
Vitality: ★★
Stamina: ★
Mana: ★★★★
Luck: ★
Charm: ★★★
Soul Strength: ★★★
Talent: SS++ Ice Age
Bloodline: Umbral Snowshade
When the first moons rose above primordial darkness, their light carried not only beauty but also silence—a killing frost that smothered life and hope. From this silence, the Snowshades were born, hybrid entities of shadow and ice, who hunted within endless winter nights. Neither purely elemental nor wholly shadow, they are the marriage of cold stillness and consuming dark. Legends claim they could freeze the breath of gods mid-prayer and bury armies beneath eternal blizzards without a single scream escaping the storm.
Now, through the Night Father’s will, Alice inherits this legacy, not as prey of the cold night, but as its sovereign, her presence a chilling hymn of power.